Hu Xiaotian said, "Unfortunately, one hand alone cannot clap. Feihua..."
Ji Feihua already knew what he meant. He said evenly, "You seem to have latched onto me. Must I help you settle your family affairs too?"
Hu Xiaotian nodded. "With a relationship as close as ours, why stand on ceremony?" He certainly did not consider himself an outsider.
Ji Feihua said, "A lasting relationship requires mutual benefit. Yet lately, you seem to be the only one taking advantage of me, while I've gained nothing."
Hu Xiaotian smiled. "A lifetime is neither long nor short. Help me this once, and I'll spend the rest of my days repaying you. Would that be enough?" With anyone else, there was no telling what shameless words he might have uttered, but he still exercised some restraint around Ji Feihua. Deep down, he was a little afraid of him. No! It was respect.
Ji Feihua chuckled. "Save those words for women! I neither enjoy hearing them nor have any interest." Although Hu Xiaotian had seen through his true identity, he still refused to acknowledge that he was a woman. After a pause, he added, "But I am quite interested in what happened back then. There's no harm in meeting Old Master Xu."
Early the next morning, Hu Xiaotian went to the palace. With the Dragon Token bestowed by the Empress Dowager, he could indeed enter and leave without obstruction. No one dared question him.
He went to the inner palace to change Long Xuanjiao's and her son's dressings as usual. Both were recovering well. Worried about her son, Long Xuanjiao had ordered the palace attendants to carry her to Yang Longjing's bedside early that morning. Only then did Yang Longjing learn that his mother was ill too. Seeing that she still worried about him despite